“But of course I am. Will you set the table in the dining room? I think, on New Year’s Eve, we should be more formal than usual, if you have no objection?”
“If that’s what you want.”
He shooed me out, and I hurried into the dining room. Mrs Harris kept the company china and the good silver in the breakfront in the back dining room, which was across the hall. Originally it had been part of the servants’ quarters, but Drew and I felt it would be more useful if purposed for something else. I arranged the place settings and returned to the kitchen as quickly as possible, my wolf and I ready to stand guard between St John and whatever might be disturbing him.
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St John was taking our dinner out of the oven when the doorbell rang again. He and his uncle turned to look at me. “That’s al
